Chill out

I had some workmen coming over today to fix a few things on the snagging list and so I decided to work at home. Then I decided that it would be much better to be out of their way (after I had concluded that they were trustworthy enough to be left with all my earthly belongings) and so set out for a garden centre to work so that I didn't have to go into town.

It felt a bit like I was Goldilocks on the search for the perfect temperature. Five minutes in Percy Throwers and I was freezing, ten minutes in Dobbies and I was sweating. Seriously, where do retired people go to find the perfect temperature for the whiling away of their endless days?

After a few hours and a little bit of chilli gazing, I decided to go back home and work in the comfort of the perfect temperature. My work consisted mostly of daydreaming about being retired.